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As lovers embrace in death's hold,
there is one story that remains untold:
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As pitch black Ravens circle the old well,
pale bony fingers twirl teeth between the knuckles.
by Catacomb
36 lines, 7 comments,
on Oct 27 1:45 AM
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Twinkle twinkle...little star,
oh how I wonder what you are-
by Catacomb
35 lines, 8 comments,
on Oct 22 6:51 AM. In Dark
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I'll play Hell and you play Heaven,
the emblim on my heart screams truth as tripple six burns into my skull.
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The moon bled perfect puritanical tears as she danced across the graves of those no one dare mourn...
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Once upon a time, there lived an ill witch, her hair was black and eyes did twitch.
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Actual first name: Cari (latin) means 'loved one' blergh
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Rain pours down an empty grave,
mud washes away all things pure-
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Embrace sweet silence as swallows fall,
feel the earth breathe as lovers crawl
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My love for you is tainted- unique indeed,
inside me grows your filthy seed.
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She is the sweet moon, the darkest seduction painted white and pure. Her name resounds in her victims' heads - a banshee of demented sorts, she rips them limb from limb.
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Darkness reaps the moldy mess,
the walls close in..
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The night, she sings softly- a deadly tune.
Her black arms stretch and steal away the moon.
by Catacomb
20 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 28 9:32 AM
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I cannot erase what is left in this black heart, so I bid thee farewell before it is time to depart.
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Thriving off of your empathy,
I embrace the cold kiss of winter.
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The skies glisten with blackish stars,
the moon shines dimly on things with scars.
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Raindrops scatter wilted petals over the wood,
the mud paints the casket like I knew it would.
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Summer nights swiftly wash away broken memories of filth and decay.
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
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The boy stands in awe as petals paint the ground,
his sight not there and yet not completely left bound.
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Mildly amused by childish games, a twitcher here- a sinner there.
Amongst the wildflowers the children dance,
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Oh softly falls the rain beyond the window sill,
the darkness folds over my limp body, caressing my neck and swallowing my sillohette.
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Fiery red hair flares down pale translucent flesh,
you hide your scars and yet the crimson blood stinks fresh.
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Dusk folds gently over the yellowed ground,
the children of yester-year remain encaged and bound.
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Wilted roses paint my casket as my requiem echoes through the tombs, a single petal for your love and a penny for your thoughts-
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I see the darkened nation,
shadows amongst decay striving to make a living-
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The deadliest game has been played,
phrases painted your future red.
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